The Box

Life is like a box.
You can’t escape.

Everywhere you look there’s something you don’t want to see.
Everywhere you go there’s someone you don’t need.

This box is filled with worry, doubt and disbelief.
It’s like a prison.
You’re locked in your own head.

You struggle to keep yourself in the moment,
And not so much on edge.

Just when you think you’re heading towards something
You then realize you’re wrong

You can’t break free.
You’re captive in your own life, your own mind.

Why can’t we be free?
When will we be free?

Free to live another day without feeling the walls of life crushing our spines.

All I want is to be free

Left alone without a care in the world.

All I want is to be me without a life involved…

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